Kevin’s Journey: A Poem of Struggles, Faith, and Love
Category: Life & Faith
Kevin’s journey with FASD is a story of faith, love, and challenges. This blog shares the struggles he faces daily and what life is like as a parent caring for someone with FASD.
The Heart Behind Kevin’s Journey
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Raising a child with FASD (Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder) is a journey filled with both heartbreak and beauty. My son Kevin, whom we adopted, is a boy in a man’s body with a heart of gold. He faces challenges most people can’t imagine, and yet, he holds onto a faith that continues to inspire me.
Kevin’s FASD is a result of prenatal alcohol exposure—a part of his story that brings unique challenges but also shapes the way he experiences the world with innocence and sincerity.
This poem, Kevin’s Journey, is my way of honoring him—to share his struggles, his faith, and the bond we share as mother and son. My hope is that it will shed light on what it’s like to live with FASD and offer a glimpse of the love that keeps us going.
This is Kevin—my son, my inspiration, and the heart of this poem. His journey is one of challenges, faith, and resilience.
A Poem Honoring Kevin’s Journey
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A boy in a man’s body, a heart of gold within,
Waging wars with a world that can’t see where he’s been.
His dreams are the same as the dreams we all hold—
Love, family, purpose, a story untold.
But his brain bears the scars of a womb’s poisoned sea,
Miswired, misfiring, longing to be free.
He builds his life like a fragile tower,
Each block a hope, each moment a power.
One block removed, the whole thing will fall,
And I, his mother, can only recall
The six-year-old boy with his tender, sweet smile,
Now grown in body, yet lost in life’s trials.
He sleeps in his car, his pockets threadbare,
Hunger lingers around him, its weight fills the air.
He tries to be strong and live as he’s seen —
A provider, a worker, though the path’s never clean.
Jobs come, jobs go, each ending a blow,
And he stumbles, unsure how to manage the woe.
Cigarettes and drink dull the ache he feels,
A gaunt, worn face his struggle reveals.
His girlfriends adore him, his charm so sincere,
But they see his FASD, and then comes the fear.
Children are born, relationships strain,
Misunderstood quirks become sources of pain.
Misunderstandings escalate, the spiral begins,
Darkness descends, and the chaos wins.
Social workers step in; the police intervene,
But solutions dissolve, leaving cracks in between.
The system, a net that should cushion his fall,
Fails him completely—I answer his call.
“Mom, I need help,” his voice raw with despair,
And I, helpless, offer him what little I can spare.
The world doesn’t see him; they cast him aside,
Judge what they can’t grasp, and wound his pride.
He’s labeled, abandoned, by friends he once knew,
Left in confusion, his soul pulled askew.
Yet Kevin, my Kevin, in his darkest of days,
Turns to the heavens and whispers his praise.
“Mom, can we pray?”—his plea soft, sincere,
A childlike faith that God holds so dear.
His words rise like incense, unbroken, divine,
A treasure of hope through a fragile lifeline.
Though scarred and misunderstood, his heart remains pure,
A faith so enduring it helps him endure.
As I watch him, weary, my grief wears me thin,
Yet I cling to the hope of the battle within.
God sees the boy in the man they ignore,
And angels walk with him through every closed door.
One day, I know, when this journey is done,
Kevin will stand in the warmth of the Son.
Whole and healed, his spirit will soar,
In a place where chaos reigns no more.
For now, I pray, and I love, and I grieve,
For my six-year-old boy who dares to believe.
Though the world may not understand or see,
He is cherished, precious, endlessly.
Reflections on Living with FASD
Writing Kevin’s Journey was a deeply emotional process for me. This poem captures Kevin’s daily struggles and the faith that sustains him, offering a glimpse into the challenges we face as a family.
Through these words, I hope to bring understanding to the realities of living with FASD and the love that keeps us moving forward. For those who share similar journeys, may this poem bring comfort and the reassurance that you are not alone.
Call to Action
If Kevin’s story has touched you, please share it. Raising awareness about FASD can help create greater understanding and compassion for individuals like Kevin and families like ours.
If you’d like to connect or share your story, feel free to contact me here. I’d love to hear from you!
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